Hybristophilia | Kylo Ren x Reader.

Forbidden Fruit.

*Kylo's POV...*

He quickly dressed himself, shoving his black bowtie into his pocket. He scribbled a small message on a piece of hotel paper, leaving it on the crumpled pillow. Once you were submerged in the shower, he left the penthouse, catching a glimpse of your deliciously bruised, naked body as he went. He closed the door gently behind him and continued down the corridor. A couple of guests turned their heads and watched him as he walked, Kylo chuckled to himself, knowing they probably heard the feral moans that left your mouth not only an hour prior.

As he paced down the staircase the staff watched him leave, but they didn't pay much attention, just gossiped between themselves about where the girl was. Kylo smirked, he had no shame. This wasn't the first time he had made a quick get away, he went on countless dates with sweet, unsuspecting girls, pleasuring them and himself, then leaving before they could form any sort of attachment. He didn't care, it was thrilling for him.

Kylo got into his luxurious, black Tesla and drove away swiftly, not caring about the speed limit. Whilst he drove he licked his lips, the taste of you lingering on his tongue, a menacing gleam forming in his eyes. He wanted to devour you the moment he saw you sitting at the bar. He watched how you fiddled with your hands. Your perfect, dainty legs. That tight dress Chanel that hugged every curve of your wicked little body.

You had a nervous disposition about you, when you looked up at him he saw your plush, red lips separate, you perky chest rise and fall, it wasn't unusual for him to get this reaction from women, he knew he was handsome. But he saw something else in your eyes, longing, sadness, fear, each reaction drew him in deeper. You were the apple in the garden of Eden and he wanted a bite.

Kylo listened as you told him that he reminded you of your lost love, that he was identical to him. In that moment, in some sick way, he knew that you would have done anything with him, for you longed to be embraced by your deceased lover once again. Kylo couldn't deny his overwhelming attraction to you, how you fell straight into his arms without putting up a fight, it was almost too easy. There was no chase involved, no need to impress you with extravagant gifts or sweet talking, you were his from the moment you laid your eyes on him.

Kylo never thought back to a date, they were usually dumb models, unmemorable. They never managed to find him again, using his middle name, Ben, was a good cover up. But you were different. He couldn't get you out of his head. He thought about how your body reacted so well to his touch, how you bruised like a fresh peach. His cock ached when he remembered how you moaned for him, how you let him use your body like a toy. He groaned as he laid back in his bed, wondering whether he should go back to the penthouse for more. He decided against it, his mind wandering to his fiancé Julia, not because of guilt, because of annoyance.

He wasn't in love with Julia, he felt no attraction to her at all, she was just business. Julia's father was the wealthiest mogul in the city, a tight fisted man who took a liking to Kylo after he treated him, post incarceration. William Snoke was a psychopath, no amount of therapy could fix his twisted mind. He was cold and callous, but extremely rich.

If there was one thing Kylo loved more than his expensive suits, it was the money to buy them with. He came to the agreement with Snoke that he would marry his daughter, in return Snoke would fund Kylo's therapy branch...and his, extracurricular activities. Not only was Kylo the most successful therapist in the city, he had access to the personal documents of Snokes enemies, medical records, psychology reports, he knew every dark secret, every weaknesses, which made him an indispensable ally to Snoke and his enterprise. Not to mention, Kylo had a way with words, an ability to get inside people's heads and draw out the truth.

The arranged marriage was a small bump in the road, a bribe to keep Julia's mouth shut about the illegal goings on within her fathers enterprise. She was blackmailing them both, due to her strange infatuation with Kylo. He reluctantly agreed to her demands, wishing he could just have her poisoned instead. But deep down he knew that once he was married to her, he knew he would be entitled to half of her money, and money made Kylo do unspeakable things.

Days had past since Kylo first met you. You still lingered in his head, like a cockroach he couldn't crush. It was so strange to him. He had indulged in several, scandalous one night stands before you, never thinking of them again, but somehow you had buried yourself into his brain, images of your flushed face permanently burned behind his eyes.

Julia often pleaded him for sex, tried her best to seduce him into it. He accepted, sometimes, if the mood had taken him. But he couldn't say he enjoyed it. She wasn't like you, she didn't let him use her like you did, she wasn't submissive and fragile like you were. Every time Kylo slept with someone, he was left unsatisfied, hungry for more. But you, you satisfied his appetite, maybe for the first time.

"Forget her. She's nothing." He huffed to himself, turning the ignition of his Tesla off.

Kylo had arrived at the office late due to an argument with his unnecessary fiancé and her tantrums. He gathered his brown leather briefcase and made his way through the doors. His little red headed receptionist, Amy greeted him.

"Good Morning Doctor Ren. Your first patient is ready, she's waiting in your office." Amy said sweetly.

Kylo nodded, taking obnoxiously long strides to his office door. As he opened it with a small click, he smelt a familiar scent, fruity and sweet, his mind floating back to you once again. Then as if he was in a sick dream, he heard your voice.

"Ben?"

Your appointment with him wasn't his usual style in the slightest. But he couldn't resist, you were too mouth watering to let go of. He laid you back on the plush ottoman couch and had his fiendish way with your sweet little cunt. At first he wanted you to leave, but you showed him a little fiery spark that made his cock twinge. Maybe you weren't so sweet and innocent after all. You looked at him with lustful eyes, wide and teary, your mouth full of your own underwear.
Such a pretty thing, Kylo thought to himself as he was burying his face into your warm core.

After you reached your stunning climax, Kylo advised you to leave. He knew he couldn't treat you, not because he didn't want to, but because you had already taken up so much room in his mind. He couldn't have any distractions, and you were a big one. Once you had left he took some tissues and cleaned the small puddle of your juices you had gushed onto the ground, taking some on his fingers and sucking feverishly. You were hauntingly addictive to him, like his own personal brand of cocaine. 

Kylo left Julia to plan her own birthday party, much like the wedding, he wasn't interested. She hadn't involved him in any of the preparations and he was more than grateful for that. If it was up to Kylo he would just get the wedding over with in a small reception room, he couldn't stand large events, they bored him. 

Kylo was sat at the long formal table at the end of the hall, watching the other guests drinking and eating, enjoying themselves, whilst all he could think of was you. He wondered what you were doing, where you were, cursing himself internally for it. Slowly coming out of his daydream he saw Julia's lanky body dragging a woman behind her, he couldn't help but stare at that dress. Deep emerald green, the figure beneath just as eye catching. As Julia approached, the green dressed girl tailing behind, Kylo smelt that familiar scent again. Sweet berries wafting into his nose. His fists balled together at his sides, panting under her mask as he laid his eyes on yours.

"Kylo, don't be rude, say hello." Julia hissed through a fake smile.

"Hello." He muttered softly.

You took his hand, he could feel you shaking. Your eyes were squinting, anger raging behind them. Fate had hit again, and you were here. Only you looked different. Your makeup was darker, your hair was up instead of down. Your collarbones were on full display, makeup covering the faded marks he had created with his own lips. He smirked beneath the mask. You looked more appealing to him than ever before.

"Kylo...that's quite an unusual name." You said, a voice as hard as stone.

Kylo let out a dark, menacing laugh, enthralled by your attitude.  "Indeed."

"This beautiful young lady is planning our wedding, isn't that wonderful?" Julia purred. Kylos body went rigid as he nodded yes. This was going to complicate things.

"Please excuse me, I need to...go back to my friend, she will worry about me." You mumbled, grabbing the bottom of your dress and making your way back to your table hastily.

Kylo watched you walk away, the way your hips moved, the curve of your ass just visible through the pleats of your dress. He licked his lips, knowing he would be spending a lot more time with you, his cock hardening instantly. Maybe this wedding wouldn't be so bad after all.

As the night went on Kylo watched every move you made. You shoulders were slumped, your mouth curled into a frown. You were upset with him, understandably so...but he was feral, drunk on lust. He wanted to put a smile on that submissive face of yours. He watched you drink copious amounts of the expensive champagne, conversing with your friend he didn't recognise. You were sat at a table with some of Snokes other employees. Kylo knew each of them well and they were the closest companions he had. But when he saw Vicruls arm wrap around you, his hand resting on your lower back, he growled under his breath. Vicruls face leaned down and Kylo watched as he whisper something in your ear, before you both stood up and made your way out of the great hall.

A sudden feeling of jealousy hit Kylo in the pit of his broad chest. This was not an emotion he had felt before, but he didn't like it one bit. Kylo rose from his seat, ignoring Julia, and began to pursue you. No one else was allowed to touch you, he had decided that before tonight.

You were his forbidden fruit.